Marc smiled, at the mention of Lucius' car, if the driver liked the car, then it didn't matter. To each their own. " Ya man I think if you love the car, than there's nothing else to it. Your car is your car. But anyways, we should probably head back now, I wan to see what clubs they have before they close up!" He turned around and walked back to the Impala, evaluating that starting on a trail this difficult probably wasn't the best idea for Paris, it was probably even a bit... Discouraging. However, if Paris wanted to keep with it he would. As he walked back to the impala, he turned aroun and studied Lucius, te way he walked was... Odd. It was the walk of a martial artist, knees bent slightly, a little extra stress in the toes for lightning movement, and a good solid build that musicians usually tended not to have. He threw a spit ball and asked "so what kind of fighting do you do, Lucius?" Unsure of wether or not he was right.